I’m in the waiting room. Making an art form out of wasting time. So I have spent a lot of time inside. I went out birding last night and remembered why I do that. After about an hour had passed by, which felt like 5 minutes, I realized I can’t think about anything else at all while I am birding. Everything is dissolved into the atmosphere as I sit and watch. Or stalk a hawk. Or squeal over a chickadee. But even when I’m just sitting there waiting on a bird to show, I am completely in the moment. I think we all need moments like this.
Tonight my husband and I got some coffee and went back to the river. I didn’t see many birds. A Great Blue Heron came flying downstream, loudly squonk, squonk, squonk-ing. I saw and heard goldfinches– they are becoming my yellow bird of happiness. Just a little whisper from the Divine to remember my joy. But the search cleansed me, and the waiting gave me something to wait for besides whatever life is going to throw us next. I became enchanted with the cute little snail above. He was bean-sized and so detailed it pained me. I found him in the water thinking he was a fishing sinker.
Then as we were leaving, I saw this little guy about to cross the road. I nudged him, and sure enough, he was alive. How beautiful are those patterns? I picked him up and he hissed so quietly I thought I was imagining things.
Then I saw his little face and I almost involuntarily kissed him on his little nose! We were good stewards and moved him away from the road, returning him back to where he belongs. It was tempting to think about taking him home to show the kids, but he seemed scared and that’s just not nice anyway. On the way home, I am pretty sure we saw an Osprey flying over Boone Lake. It would be a life bird for me, but as I was driving over the bridge, I didn’t get the best look. It had a huge wingspan though, with its almost unmistakable wing shape. I am hearing tell of them being in the area, as well as Bald Eagles.
I am so excited to think about all the things I have yet to discover.
Learned how to fishtail braid today. Here my squirmy 2 year old models.
We managed to get away to the river this evening just at the right time.
And it made us pretty happy in all our blood cells.
Much to my elation, a flock of Cedar Waxwings descended and chased bugs around everywhere. It’s perhaps my favorite bird. Certainly my hook into birding.
This is the only picture the waxwings granted me. It looks headless!
Of course, I kept my camera on this shot hoping they’d land on THAT branch. Wouldn’t that have been epic!
Saw this heron guy early this morning while driving by a pool, got out like a crazy person to take picture!
My days are filled with lots of bird encounters like the one above. Used to, I’d call them “Majestic Bird Moments”. Now they seem to happen all the time. They are just finding me everywhere. I saw a Red-Tailed Hawk over this same pool not long ago. In fact, not many days go by that I don’t see some sort of raptor. Goldfinches are everywhere, singing their happy song while bouncing on their invisible sky trampoline.
I get to hang out with this small girl every day:
Can we say, serious bedhead?
So in spite of all the anxious things I could choose to focus on, I instead choose to keep trusting God to pull me through. Even when there is no reason to believe, I will believe.
I signed onto Ravelry tonight for the first time in 3… maybe 5 (?) years and was floored to see all the messages I had gotten! I have had a lot of questions about my patterns that I have obviously not answered.
105 people have made my Middle Sized Monster pattern.
87 people have made my Original Monster pattern.
There was a lot of love for my curlers, and I felt like a rock star. Thanks, y’all.
I’m sorry I haven’t been around to answer questions. I am not knitting much lately, not sure why, but I still make things, play music. The internet just kinda creeped me out for a little while. (This is why I deleted my Facebook and MySpace accounts.) Life is requiring me to get online these days and so I will try to be here now.
I’ve made some new friends now.
I miss blogging and I miss having buddies (ones that aren’t feathered, although the birds keep me in the glow of life that I have come to depend on).